Crop Circles Lyrics

Artist: ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
Album: The Calm

[Shaggy 2 Dope]The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year,But sporadically the circles appearBaffling all through the history of no-manSince fuckin with the mystery of Stone HingeAliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowersNobody knows what for sureBut he knows when I walk in the vicinityBut I can read â'em and I believe that I need â'emI'm runnin' through a wheat field chasin' a ghost that loves circlesUse it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult peopleAt the crop circle, I come to know peopleUnder moon rays, lightin' up my new waysThe new lays, they mow â'em down in two daysA hundred days from now, we'll pay for that mishapWith another hurricane bitch slap

[Violent J]This ball of mud that we live on is aliveIf you try to wipe it's mouth it's gonna wipe us outI lay in a field alone in the middle of the nightTry to get my life right, pray for bright lightSet flames to the wheat rows during an eclipseAnd the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpseThey're like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion,Intricately placed with secrets of white magicI'm runnin' through the moon lit fields,Followin' a little orb light hopin' it might reveal any secretIt's dancin' and I can't catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truckNo compass'll work and I'm lookin' for answersWhile the sands of my hourglass fall up backwardsHave I lost you? Cause I've lost me tooBut if your hiding in the crops I will come find you

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[Violent J]Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young manHis story written in the crops near spokenIn England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field uniquely woven